"Hello? Is it the father? Yes... There's something I want to ask you. There's something about our group's recording of today's show..."

Jun Ono held on to his phone, wanting to ask about the situation.

She wanted to know what was going on.

You must know that every time a TV station records a program, the cancellation of the program recording must go through a lengthy meeting, otherwise it will affect other programs.

The most important thing is... Jun Ono wants to know... Does this matter have anything to do with the young man just now?

"I don't know exactly what happened...? Don't go on talking about it anymore? ”

"Well... I know. Good night. ”

Jun Ono hung up the phone with some disappointment.

Her father didn't tell her anything, but the hints in his words made her understand.

It wasn't within her reach.

She has been in the workplace for more than two years, and she knows this clearly without mentioning.

So what comes next...

Jun Ono looked sideways at the abandoned Sato building beside him.

There were two paths in front of her.

One is to go in and find the West Castle now, and the other is to leave here, forget about tonight's events, and continue to live in peace.

Jun Ono's eyes struggled slightly.

As mentioned earlier, she entered this late-night show to work mainly to satisfy her idea of seeing supernatural places.

And there is an opportunity to see the real supernatural in front of me-

Jun Ono took a deep breath.

She slung her bag, held her flashlight, and...

"Let's go home."

Jun Ono stretched and turned to leave.

Although it is a pity, she has long passed the age of chasing her dreams.

After more than two years in the society, she deeply understood the cruelty of the adult workplace. If it weren't for her father's escort, she would have been eaten to the ground.

Although I am still interested in the supernatural events that I was interested in when I was a child, it is only at the level of interest.

Let her give up her current stable job, good salary, and even the risk of pulling her parents into the water to chase her childhood dreams...

The age when your brain is hot, you don't care about the consequences, and you can do whatever you want is long gone.

People, after all, they still have to grow up.

......

The 'twisted human neck', the resentful spirit of the Four Imperial Spells, was placed on the seventh layer by the Kornish.

But in addition to this, there is something unusual about the West Side style.

"Something isn't right."

Nishijo looked at the staircase, the dead air in his eyes rising.

In the report of the Kormasonic Society, the 'twisted human neck' should only be the resentful spirit of the Four Imperial Spells.

But...

The dark purple resentment of countless resentful spirits was like an air current, and the rich resentment seemed to be condensed into substance, and a strange cold air permeated the entire floor.

Nishijo-style even felt something in the shadows...

was looking at him with resentment.

Stop in the West Side.

It is impossible for the resentful spirits of the Four Imperial Spells to possess such a strong resentment.

This kind of strong resentment should have reached the level of the Six Imperial Spells.

Besides, this is only the sixth floor, and it is hard to imagine what the seventh floor will look like.

What to do?

Xicheng pondered.

His physical condition has improved to a certain extent, and it is almost the level where he can press it to the ground and beat him violently without the means of raising sand after encountering Aoki Spring Water.

According to the observation of death qi, the Aoki spring water in its heyday should also be at the level of the six to seven imperial spells.

And this kind of person attacked the original owner and was seriously injured by the original owner...

This shows that after the original owner is fully recovered, it should be the strength of the Seven Imperial Spells to go up.

As for now...

Xicheng felt the dead qi that could be mobilized in his body, and made a rough comparison.

It's almost the strength of the Six Imperial Spells.

"The wraith of the twisted human neck has undergone some kind of mutation, and has become the wraith of the Six Imperial Spells. By my current body..."

Westtown-style eyebrows are slightly wrinkled.

As mentioned earlier, he is a relatively stable person, and he will only be reckless when he has a complete chance of victory.

The current situation is a five-to-five open, and it is impossible to achieve the certainty of victory.

In addition, the original owner's body is recovering all the time... As long as Xicheng recuperates at home and regains some strength, he can press the resentful spirits here to the ground and get rid of them at will—no need to take the risk of forcibly performing some reckless acts.

Thinking of this, Xicheng Style also made a plan.

Here is a strategic retreat, and I will come and solve it when my physical condition is better-

At least that's what the West Side thinks.

But...

Xicheng's body moved, and suddenly rolled forward, and then made a body movement, and the lifeless hammer smashed head-on.

Quack!!

The sound of bones shattering rang out.

Nishijo-shiki carried a sledgehammer and quickly took two steps back before he could see what was behind him.

It's a huge 'root' that spreads...

To be exact... It is a twisted and coiled root of the distorted bodies of various human beings.

The arms and thighs are spreading roots, and the human head is the bulging roots of a tree.

The charred skin was covered with thick, apricot-yellow pus.

The jet-black liquid snapped and fell to the ground.

Faces of horror and pain contorted.

It's like a delicate work of art... There is an indescribable sense of mystery and magnificent beauty.

Nishijo got it.

It's not that the 'twisted human neck', the spirit of the Four Imperial Spells, has changed.

It's in this abandoned building of Sato - there is an extremely terrifying resentful spirit in itself!

But the death toll... At least thirty or forty people, right?

The 'roots' of the tree were thrown out and smashed down!

Nishijo-shiki dodged at his feet, his eyes flickering.

Gather so many people in Tokyo and kill... Who did this?

Although Yota Katsumura said earlier, the abandoned building in Sato was abandoned because of a fire... But the other party also said that the victims were only a dozen or so.

Even if there are discrepancies in the data, it is unlikely that much to be that different.

Xicheng-style turned around, and the hammer in his hand smashed down in the air!

Smack!!

The muscles made contact with the hammer, blasting out a cloud of jet-black plasma.

The strong corrosive nature of the dead qi caused a large hole to be eroded into the surface of the resentful spirit in the blink of an eye.

The West Castle flipped on its side, discarding the hammer that had been completely dissolved, and dodging the opponent's attack.

Boom!!!

A big hole was smashed out of the thick concrete floor!

If you hit it on your body this time... Even if the original owner's body is no longer different from ordinary people, it is estimated that he will be killed on the spot.

Xicheng couldn't help frowning, but there was no panic on his face.

After he rolled on his side, he landed on the ground, and his palms touched behind him at the same time.

Syllable!

He flicked his wrist and had an extra stick in his hand.

This is the second weapon he has hidden.

After all, the death gas is so terrifying that there is no weapon that can withstand its erosion.

Dodge the opponent's attacks a few more times, and Xicheng's eyebrows tightened.

This sudden, powerful wraith frustrated his thoughts of leaving.

But it doesn't matter.

It's not much of a problem to leave now.

Just as Xicheng was thinking, his body obediently turned-

Rushed straight at the resentful spirit in the shape of a tree root.